Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.